Sympathy For The Masses?

Yorkshireman

Heroes?
Coal faces and steely resolve
Miners, blacksmiths, Thatcher’s
Children thrown apart to the enemies within.
No medals. No salute. No honour for their service to those above the dark.
What honour for the darkest hour underground?
What honour for the heat of battle in the furnace?
Closure is the way to redemption they say.
Closure pits man against man and steely resolve hidden under a disguise.
No future. No forgiveness for heartless actions.
What, sympathy for the masses?

Uninvited Guest

Yorkshireman

I am the Elephant in the room
The uninvited guest
The one you can’t look in the eye
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Stay Angry

Yorkshireman

Stay angry
Let it drive your actions and deeds
Stay angry
Do not fade gently into old age

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13

Yorkshireman

I am talking to a friend from school across the miles and over t’internet
Dis connect
We feel
Connection

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What Were They Thinking?

Yorkshireman

Curious minds scour the wreckage
Pouring over the items they find.

‘What happened here?’ they cry
Eyes dumbfounded and minds confused

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